Luyện nghe bài hát Journey To the Centre of the Earth

By horse, by rail, by land, by sea, our starts
Two men incensed by one man's journey from the
In Iceland, where the stood with pride
They set off with guide
To reach the side

as one for safety through the long descent
Into the crater of rock they went
Look up our telescopic laair,
One for us to share,
We on our prayer.

of opaque quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming magic chandeliers, lighting galleries.

Memories of a on earth go flashing past,
Of home, of Grauben, friends of whom seen his last
what his life's been worth,
While trapped the earth,
An embryo at

Pain and fear the beauty I have seen,
Of caverns, where no other man has
epoch hosts me as my grave,
My blow I wave,
A life too late to

Crystals of quartz, studded limpid tears,
Forming chandeliers, lighting blistered galleries.

Five out on an infinite sea, they prayed for calm on an ocean free,
But the surface of the water ws some disturbance.

The raft was hurled by an unseen source, two feet, with
frightening
And a dark mass rising to be a giant porpoise

Rising out of the sea, towered the creatures' enemy,
And so the two sea monsters for battle

Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, eye, stained ocean red
Moving close to raft's side, the two men prayed as one and cried
"Save me, me, save me, save me"

The serpents' went on for hours, two monsters soaring up like towers
And driving downn to the depths in a motion

Suddenly, the serpent's head, shot out of the water in red
And the serpentine form lay lifeless on the

Crocodile teeth, lizard's head, eye stained ocean read
Battle won, a victor's pride, the men thanked the Lord and cried
"Praise God, praise God, God, praise God."

Journey on through ages gone, to the centre of the
Past rocks of quartz and granite, which mother nature birth

Burial ground of man, his life no more is seen,
A journey through his time unknown, I wonder he's been

Wonder where he's been, wonder where he's been, where he's been

The shore now behind the hills, a forest in our sight,
Rocks and distant mountains, in waves of blinding light

from far gone time, no living man has seen,
A private prehistoric world, for you and I a

Brownish hue dicates my eye, no colour hides fear,
faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with
Hidden deep our earth, a frightening, bygone age

Their shepherd came, now long extinct, a primeval man
The three men filled with disbelief, just as one and ran.